"Let's get this over with." I sat on the small bench next to me as a picture was snapped unexpectedly. The flash almost blinded me, and I had to take a couple seconds to regain that sight. This was a daily routine for me, snapping pictures. I struck a pose, then a new pose. Pose after pose it never seemed to get old. What am I saying? Of course it got old. It got old, and very quickly at that. I've been in this business for almost seven years now, and it's been old ever since the second month. However, for some reason, I stuck with it. Year after year, day after day, it never seemed to stop. It's wasn't my choice either, it was my mothers.
Ever since I was seven years old, I've been modeling for the same agency, Beautiful Young Women. My mother insisted it'd be fun. She had said, "You can't say you'll hate it until you try it!" That was her famous phrase. She used it for everything, and I mean everything. If I didn't want to do something, that's the first thing I'd hear from her. It was irking, and I eventually just tried it. No matter what it was, if my mother suggested it, it'd be the first thing on my list. No matter how irrelevant it was to the things I normally did. No matter how tedious it was, I did it. I did it to make my mom overjoyed. It made her feel as if she knew everything about me, while it was the exact opposite, and she didn't even realize it.